May Came and Went.
My hair is windblown by the speed of life that passes me by.
There was a time when life stood still.
I suppose it's like these little eggs.
They just rest, settle, waiting to hatch.
One morning they wake up and crack through their little blue shell.
Life is never the same.
I wonder if they ever miss it ;)
Maybe they are too busy enjoying their wings... the freedom of flying the skies.
